But I figure that the Crucial matter over which the Beast and its Wag-Ed armies have no spin- or other control is:

A sudden, stark Realization of the scale of Epiphany! as in,
Migawd!! all along.. >Gehabt Kindern!<
..The Fuckers have been draining us dry and supplying Pure Crapware cha cha!

I believe that this eventuality is the root of Billy n'Ballys' recurrent nighttime cold-sweats. And one particularly Apt and timely Slogan - after the Next MS-Blast quick-successor?

ie the grotesque ever-morphing details of Longorn or .nyet and its dancing daily specs - don't mean shit, on the level of the Visceral. Nobody ever likes finally.. Seeing Self as a Sucker. (Some just take a long time to remove the shit from eyes, we see)


Ashton
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